Chapter 7 — Butterfly Stealing Sunset

The ghost told me that in my next life I would have a happy life, without worries or thoughts. Parents, you must regulate your mood!” Seeing that I had succeeded in making them trust me, I breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "That's right, you two remember to burn more money for me." "This money will be deposited into my account, you can still spend it in your next life when you die. While there is money in this life, let's earn a little more. Mom and dad, please try to make money, don't let your child go hungry!" Parents continuously agreed. Seeing their spirits improve, I was also reassured. "Okay, time's up! I'm going! But I'm always by your side. Besides not being able to see or touch it, there's nothing else. Remember to clean your room, you will come back often..." When the time was over, I was pushed out. My parents woke up from the dream, the two looked at each other, their eyes filled with tears. Three years later, On's mother was actually pregnant. Before the birth, I squatted beside the bed. When I was still guessing whether this time it was a brother or a sister, two people wearing black and white clothes without saying a word kicked me in the mother's womb. "Considering you donated a large sum of money to build the place. new government, we will satisfy your wish to return home." A cry rang out, I once again returned to my parents' side. Half a year later. A person who had been sponsored by the Quy family, thanks to his successful studies, took Quy Dien to a mental hospital for seriously ill patients in the suburbs. It was considered that he had a place to go, no longer wandering around. He was skinny, just hiding in a remote corner dazed every day. In his hands. Grasping a strange-shaped object squeezed from a discarded plastic bottle, he thought it was an asthma inhaler. He kept gesturing to the empty corner of the room, making hoarse sounds from his mouth. It seemed like he was urging the non-existent person to quickly take a breath. A nurse stepped forward, holding a sedative in her hand. "Qui Dien, just give the injection." Seeing the needle, he said. He began to struggle frantically. His eyes looked back at the tightly closed hospital door, screaming in despair: "Open the door... open the door..." "Tue Tue... is inside..." "Save her..." After one injection, the rest of his life will pass in endless regret and hallucinations.